End of Love

I The wicked sky has run out of gold staining the tank. Above the purple, yellow, blue, gray mountains, the colors mix like the long flying features of the painter, the clouds nest into the shape of everything, the grass. In the middle of the day, it's a herd of elephants... gradually put each other on a phoenix wing, then, after all, the wind spread out into this place, the waist, bay, peninsula, there, islet, river, mountain - a terrain! The crane painting is fancy but does not allow people enough time to watch, just change all the time, because from the tank side, the wind has started to hiss. At first, the horizon saw only black dots. At one point, it was not known how much dark clouds were pulled back, unusually fast, it seemed that in the extrusion tank heavy covered, pressing the whole ground. Tank, just back there was a ripple, pointless wave like the sad girl, now there is the face of a mother-in-law who acts as a bride. The waves touched each other, chased each other to the shore, pushed back the sand, made the rocks like crying. On the other side, the West, the Pass Mountains, losing the sun, losing even the cage clouds, have shown the shape of black stone, grass bodies, all bragging. The people were playing in the salt water or playing in the sand, at that time they all invited each other out. A few raindrops thrown into the rocks... Some winds, so the whole sky dome is a fierce waterfall. Do Son in the middle of summer, and this storm drop has turned deserted like in the winter scene. - Well, I knew! If you shower today, is it raining misery? Sitting at home and chatting like this is still better... Zhang Hang finished watching Yvonne smile with his head in a rattan chair. Yvonne added: - Yes, sister. Is it more at home talking than taking a shower, me? She drank beer, "me" suddenly frowned, put a cup down on the table... - You mess! How dare you call her sister? open! Who gave you permission? She's on a par with me, that is, with your mother, you know? Instantly, Heng Hang sat down shortly, seriously blaming: - Oh! Why is that, Mrs. Five? It's good that I'm on a par with you, but you forty I'm only two years old, I'm fifteen years younger than you! I don't like being on a par with you because I'm only six years older than Yvonne. I hope you let Yvonne and I, treating each other like sisters, youthful class together, we must be free! Then she turned around, hesitant to look at Yvonne, with her face bent. Mrs. May did not respond, but the beer cup cultivation caused Hang to sit and wait, knocking the fan down on the table and enough time to look at her mischievously. It's a big fat woman, a man general. Chalk does not blur the lines that ring in the face. The wax should have added a fresh look to the lips, only to make it look funny. So, always with me a small leather purse, a colorful and beautiful Japanese umbrella. Those little trifles made Mrs. Year remember the momentum by tenths. Look at you and compare the things... Woman, the world must imagine an elephant wearing the music of miu con! But you're different. Yvonne has three parts of French blood and seven parts of Vietnamese blood, innocently beautiful face; language gestures are very moderate. No support, no "dress" at all. In her, creation has tolerated Western beauty with Oriental beauty to create perfect beauty. Her nose is a nose

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